"All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that all was vanity; but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes, and make it possible."
-T.E. Lawrence, "The Seven Pillars of Wisdom"

Thursday, October 04, 2007

Going Home

If you haven't heard this song, this is another Sarah Grove song and this ALWAYS comes to mind when I am heading to the midwest (home).

I’ve been feeling kind of restless I’ve been feeling out of place I can hear a distant singing A song that I can’t write And it echoes of what I’m always trying to say

There’s a feeling I can’t capture It’s always just a prayer away I want to know the ending Things hoped for but not seen But I guess that’s the point of hoping anyway

Of going home, I’ll meet you at the table Going home, I’ll meet you in the air And you are never too young to think about it Oh, I cannot wait to be home

I’m confined by my senses To really know what you are like You are more than I can fathom And more than I can guess And more than I can see with you in sight

But I have felt you with my spirit I have felt you fill this room And this is just an invitation Just a sample of the whole And I cannot wait to be going home

Going home, I’ll meet you at the table Going home, I’ll meet you in the air And you are never too young to think about it Oh, I cannot wait to be going, to be going home

Face to face, how can it be Face to face, how can it be Face to face, how can it be

Cuz this is just an invitation Just a sample of the whole And I cannot wait to be going home